I think this is my next DIY project 🙂
Joys of flying pt deux
‘The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page.” – Saint Augustine
No truer words can be said. Even if you do not leave the country, the diversity within the states of the USA will definitely open your mind to new things. As I said in my last post, I was in Orlando, FL last weekend for a wedding. We flew down on Virgin America and flew back on AA because we used our miles for the second part of the trip (saved a lot :)). Surprisingly, the trip down was uneventful and with the help of my sleep mask I managed to get some rest seeing we left so early. It is the best $5 I’ve spent for the whole year! I bought it Wednesday from TJ Maxx because my husband often goes to sleep later than I do and I do not sleep well with lights on. I decided to keep it in my handbag in case it would come in handy on the flight which it did. It’s soooo comfortable and it truly blocks out all of the light without being uncomfortable and sticking to your eyes. Plus the back has velcro that you can adjust it to suit, another feature I adored.
 
 looks like a bra doesn’t it? lol
We flew in Friday, the wedding was Saturday (which we were almost an hour late for – I thought it was at 4 not 3 :() and then left Sunday morning. Sunday morning… I did not want to get up, but I did and we made our way to the airport, and hopped on to the plane… As I stated in rant 1, I always let my husband get his window seat, and I always end up dealing with some shit. This time, I was seated next to a man who believed that because he was twice my size (not fat just tall and big) that he was entitled to encroaching on my armrest and foot space. My husband calls this “leaking”. The flight was at 10.30am but seeing that I hardly slept (time difference) and was up early to check out and get a taxi to the airport, I was tired and wanted to sleep. But even with my neck pillow and wonderful eye mask, I couldn’t with an elbow in my side just lingering and the shitty thing about it is he couldn’t do anything about it! Even when he tucked it in (after probably feeling me next to him) it was still leaking… Mind you, for the majority of the flight I was leaning on my husband sleeping! Not even sitting straight. So there I was, halfway out of my seat, and still feeling this elbow in my side. Then I went to get my handbag from under the seat in front of me and whose big foot do I see rather close to it? *sigh* I would love to know what I do to attract these characters. The second flight wasn’t bad. I got some sleep on that one as well as some lovely views of Mt. Rainier from the plane (I woke up for the last half hour of the flight).
I have thus concluded that I will create a document that I will call “Airplane Etiquette”. I hope to one day turn it into a worthwhile document and have it posted on or attached to the safety card. Yes, this shit is serious to me. I will be working on this throughout the year as I have other trips coming up and it wouldn’t be fair to do it so early and keep adding. Maybe I’ll have it as an End of the Year list – it’s the least I could do with my big dreams. But for now, I’m safely back home and somewhat caught up on sleep lost as I crashed last night. Hope you enjoyed this little post.
xx
Date Night
As I was flying to Orlando this weekend, I was reading a book on my Kindle Fire (yes I’m advertising) Before you put that on: 365 Daily Style Tips for Her by Llyod Boston and the day’s theme was “Create a sexy ‘date night’ outfit that sparkles for the evening – even of you’ve been married to your date for years.” I found this funny and here is why: I love dressing up but my husband hates it lol! He’ll tell me I look pretty/beautiful or whatever but he doesn’t understand why I’m making so much effort. All I want to do is have him be proud of the lady standing next to him and proud to say: “yeah! That’s my wife!” not look like I rolled out of some dumpster or shipwreck (which I never do but still). I like to keep my style simple and underrated, but my hair must be done and I must feel polished so to speak. For him, it’s more the extra time I take plus he prefers me sans make-up but as I said – polished. I may try out a fashion or two but if it doesn’t blend with what I consider to be “me” I’ll hesitate, ask mum or a friend or two and experiment with it but not let it overshadow who I am. What you see is what you get, and I hope that 4 out of 5 times that you’ve seen me only the length of my hair is the most dramatic transformation.
But isn’t that what men want anyway? A face that isn’t totally transformed when the make-up has been washed off? When the booty pads and enhanced bras come off, we don’t look half the size we portrayed? I like to think I’m keeping it as natural as possible, no matter who I’m meeting. My husband prefers when we’re “equally” dressed – jeans, t-shirt/shirt, slippers/sneakers/shoes but he knows me well enough to know that I will only do that sometimes but other times he has to step up to me :P.
As you’ll see in the pics below, I went for a somewhat vintage look for the wedding. I bought this dress for the wedding from Lulus but was going to wear another one (also from Lulus), even bought shoes for the second one but luckily they went with this one as well and hence my vintage look. I think my style can be classified as simple and sophisticated. I believe in a neutral palette for my face (I’ll add a pop of color in my eyeshadow or on my lips to change it up sometimes) but I think natural beauty should always shine through. Hubby was looking rather sharp at the wedding as well 🙂 cleans up nice when he has to :P. (He’ll probably kill me for saying that lol!)
Anyway, this advice reminded me that regardless, when you look good, you feel good and that translates to your confidence and when you have confidence in yourself, you feel like you can do anything and that is better than shying away from the world or even the people you love. Hence the date night can have a better “happy ending” than you expected 😉 LOL.
“Styles, like everything else, change. Style doesn’t” – Linda Ellerbee
xx
Just a Dash 
